Scream Park

There is a great deal of indie horror flicks out there, and to be able to stand out and be noticed takes some serious effort on the crew's part. Having some star power imbued into what could be a solid offering into the horror community lends itself to that of lowered expectations to be heightened in lieu of quality. This isn't 100% the case with Scream Park, whereas Doug Bradley makes a very minimal appearance as the owner of an amusement park that's on the verge of tanking financially and stirs up the notion of killing innocent people as a show to make money for the park to keep it open. That whole scene has got to be a few minutes at most, and the rest of the run time is the usual fear tropes of people causing a ruckus, having sex, drinking, listening to metal (there's a dude with a battle vest that has a boom box that spits out the heavy shit) and Bradley's boys that have burlap sacks on their heads killing off the last of the workers there one by one. In my honest, blood soaked opinion, Doug should have just made another Hellraiser flick instead of this because that's what the man was born for. Not to heighten an otherwise okay indie slasher flick from 2014. Like I said, I know that his good graces were mainly used to appeal to hardcore horror/cult/Bradley fans, but he really should have been in it more than just to push the plot along. Overall though, is Scream Park worth a sit down? Actually, yes. There is enough solid antics and kills to fill the run time and isn't bogged down with to much bullshit in between and is a pretty good experience. The rides however, aren't Busch Gardens quality. I'm just letting you know.

Wood roller coasters are much better.

   Now I just want to go to Six Flags.

For a 200lb. jock, this loser throws like his girlfriend.

  I'm surprised this van doesn't say "free candy" on the side of it.

Of course Fright Land is closing.

Come on Henry-you don't need to take your job that seriously.

Blake is probably dead already.

   Carlee has some amazing.... ahem.... nevermind.

 Drinking and hanging out is always complete with some blackened thrash.

Into the deep fryer.

Come ride the little dipper! See the jock duct taped to the front of a car! His blood and intestines will be spilled everywhere!

With the two killers being as generic as they come (complete with burlap sacks on their heads and all) Doug Bradley making the most minimal appearance possible for basically marketing sake and some heavily mediocre and underdeveloped characters, Scream Park is still a pretty good time. The cinematography is more than competent (even with a few spots being blech) the plot is somewhat original and the kills and the boobies really being the top shelf of it all. That doesn't add up to being the fear flick of the year or anything, but entertainment for 96 minutes here is what you get and that's really all you could ask for. Now if Doug was able to be Pinhead in this film instead of some random guy that owned an amusement park that was on the verge of going under-that would have been a whole different story. Come one, come all to the Scream Park... where everything is just middle of the line. Except the turmoil and the tits.